“You’re staring,” I whispered.
His voice dropped into that low, unguarded place he rarely let anyone hear. “I’ve been staring since the moment I met you.”
I didn’t have time to breathe, much less answer, before he crossed the space between us. His hand slid beneath the water, fingers curling around my waist, guiding me toward him. Heat flared everywhere his skin touched mine.
His mouth found mine again, and this time, there was nothing slow about it.
The kiss hit hard—urgent, deep, all tongue, breath, and need. The water splashed softly as he pulled me close, my legs brushing his beneath the surface. Jet kissed as if he’d waited too long. His restraint had finally broken.
His free hand cupped the back of my head, tilting me into him. The other held my hip, dragging me flush against his chest, and I felt every hard line of him under the water. My fingers curled into his hair—wet, soft, perfect—and he groaned against my mouth, low and rough.
The heat of the water was nothing compared to him.
He kissed me more deeply, his lips parting mine, tongues tangling in slow, powerful strokes. Breathless. Dizzy. Hungry. Every time I pulled back for air, he chased after me—lips finding mine again, as if neither of us needed air to breathe.
“Jet,” I gasped against his mouth.
He kissed his name away. Then he pressed his forehead to mine, breath ragged. “Tell me to stop,” he whispered, voice shaking with how badly he didn’t want to.
My fingers slid down his chest beneath the water. “That’s not going to happen.”
That was all it took.
He lifted me, water slicking our bodies, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The kiss deepened, harder, needier—his mouth claiming mine like he’d been drowning and only now could breathe.
We weren’t gentle anymore.
We were like fire in the water.
Heat and hunger and breathless want.
When he finally broke the kiss, both of us shaking, his lips brushed my ear. “I will never get tired of this,” he murmured. “Of you.”
And in that hidden spring, under stone and steam, I kissed him again—because the world outside was falling apart, and this was the one thing that felt unbreakable.
Chapter 25
Jet
Icouldn’t believe I had her in my arms after everything that had happened. She said she didn’t blame me for being taken, but I blamed myself. The first step in fixing the situation was to smear the blood of those son-of-a-bitches all over my skin. Maybe then I could start forgiving myself.
The feel of her pussy pressed directly on my aching cock broke me out of my thoughts. I’d been waiting for this moment ever since I saw her in the office with a pink crown sticker on her forehead.
“You feel so good, Angel.” I raise her to sit on the rock ledge, then lower my head to her warm slit, inhaling deeply.
She smelled like the sweetest desert, and it was all mine… at least for this moment in time.
My angel had the most beautiful pussy that I’d ever seen, and my cock became impossibly harder just looking at it—plump, pink, and glistening with her desire for me. I could gaze at her for hours if she would allow it.
I had to prepare her because I was a larger-than-average man, and that included every part of me. I wanted this first time to be incredible and painless—we could save the pain for when I had more time to spend with her.
“Fuck, I love how swollen and wet you are for me. Now lean back and let me taste you.” I growled the last part, already lowering my head.
She lay back on the stone and spread her legs wide for me. “Such a fuckinggood girl.”
I threw her legs over my shoulders and sucked her pretty clit into my mouth. Her legs started to shake, and I could feel the goosebumps erupt all over her thighs.
I barely had time to insert my fingers in her sweet pussy before she came all over my face. “My sweet Angel needed me more than I thought.”
